
Originally Posted by
Sigurd Fafnesbane
... “Who are you?” the man didn’t answer. “I guess I asked wrongly. What do they call you?” the man smiled and answered: “They call me CountArach”. The law speaker looked closely into the man’s eyes. “You have been voted guilty by the rest of the people. Do you have anything to say?” The man stood still and uttered not another word...
..."Very well, I am sorry I have to do this, but it is your law and has been for as long as the first Thing. You need to die so that your blood can pay for the deed done here last night. Blood for blood. It has been your ways since Odin gave you this law”. The man smiled and nodded...
...."Never mind”, said the young law speaker. “Continue with the procedure, I guess you know what to do”. “Yes, I do” said the volunteer executioner. The volunteer walked slowly up to CountArach and stood before him. He leaned over and the crowd knew he was about the whisper the ritual words, but instead he said: “I know who you are old man, this time it is me who wins”. CountArach’s eyes widened and before he could react, the volunteer had pierced the mortal guise of CountArach with a sword and the life force quickly drained from him...
...The crowd cheered and the law speaker asked which Kingdom CountArach did belong to. The men of the kingdoms all looked at each other and shrugged. “You mean to say that no one here knew this guy?” Again the crowd shrugged. “That is odd. We should prepare the pyres and send these men to the worlds beyond”...
...CountArach found himself walking on a fine path towards a large building. The people he met bowed in reverence and looked to the ground. He barely noticed as he pondered the latest event. That executioner at the Thing, was he the one he suspected? If so, Midgard was in dire trouble.
From a tree next to the building he heard the ‘Kra’ from some birds. CountArach smiled. It was after all good to be home.
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